When a Sparrow Falls

When a sparrow falls Do the other birds notice? Do they search for you in vain As they wonder at your fate? Do your feathered brethren mourn As I do inside when I discover Your tiny, spent, lifeless form Discarded there in the gutter Of an oblivious and uncaring city? Will any living creature remember Your sweet, happy songs And your little birdie desires And your charming little "peep-peeps" As you tried your best to survive? In grieving for you, perhaps I also take pity on myself Or, more properly, on my own Slowly fading physical form. But then again, Perhaps my sadness arises From a wish to follow you there Into a freer, happier world. Though our mortal forms must perish Our truest selves shall always persist. Even as Time weeps for Its departed Eternity rejoices in their return.